The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 502

Stone quickly realized something—White didn’t actually want his father to come.

He tested the waters. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to see your father? Don’t want to disappoint him? If you cooperate now, there might still be a chance to change how this ends.”

White let out a sharp laugh and looked at Stone like he was an idiot.

“You’re not even close to Jonathan when it comes to playing mind games.”

Stone hadn’t expected him to be stirring the pot even now.

“I’m just laying out the facts,” Stone replied, arms crossed. “The choice is yours. Whatever you decide, it’s on you.”

White sat there silently for a long time before suddenly saying, “I want to see Jonathan.”

Stone raised a brow. “He’s not someone you can just see whenever you want.”

Still, after the interrogation, Stone made the call.

Jonathan answered without hesitation. “Sure. Let’s meet.”

White was a high-priority detainee, so visiting him wasn’t easy. Luckily, Jonathan wasn’t just anyone. The arrangements were quickly made.

The next afternoon, Jonathan arrived at the facility where White was being held.

Security was extremely tight to prevent any chance of a breakout.

As Jonathan arrived, he spotted Maddox coming out.

It was the first time the two had crossed paths since their fallout.

Maddox saw Jonathan and Stone from a distance. He hesitated, then silently turned and got into a car.

“What was he doing here?” Jonathan asked.

“He’s here representing the Department of State.”

Stone’s tone dropped. After all, Maddox had once been a close friend—now they were on opposite sides.

The Department of State?

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. Maddox worked for the Office of Personnel Management, not State.

He ran the possibilities through his mind as he passed security and was finally led in to meet White.

“We meet again,” White said with a smile. “You really are something. I lost this round fair and square.”

He let out a sigh.

The Wynn family held immense economic influence. If anything happened to their reputation, the ripple effect on the entire country would be severe.

It all depended on how ruthless their enemies were willing to be.

Just as Stone’s worry reached its peak, Jonathan finally spoke.

“A knife can kill, but it can also save lives. It depends on how you use it.”

He continued, “I researched those things to push the boundaries of medicine. I never imagined you’d steal it and twist it into something that drives people insane.”

Then he added, “It’s been over ten years, and you’re still just evolving off my work? No real breakthroughs? And you think you can recruit me with that kind of track record?”

Jonathan’s voice dripped with contempt. “Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t work with you. Let’s be honest—you’re just not that good.”

The surveillance room fell silent.

So did everyone listening to the live feed.

Only Stone cracked a small smile.

He couldn’t help but think—classic Jonathan.

Still as sharp-tongued as ever. No one cut deeper.